“I took the NASA shirts from the “boys” section from where they were prominently displayed, and put them little kid eye level next to tank tops in the “girls” section 20 feet away. And shared a pic of my tiny-scale, subversive, nonviolent, direct action.”

via (Re)Merchandising NASA as a Feminist Act — Longreads

 

Pretty amazing.  Science and maths are awesoooooooooooooooome!  Little girls loving science and maths is awesooooooooooooomerrrrrr!

A) You’re adorable, B) You’re so beautiful, C) You’re a cutie full of charms

Lately, I’ve been writing five lists when I get up in the morning, first thing I do.  The first list is the gratitude list, just like they tell you you should do.

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I’ve always meant to get started on it, but somehow it’s taken me this long to actually get around to it.  I always felt like, well, I’m grateful, I’m a grateful person, I think about the things I’m grateful for all the time.  Doesn’t that count for the same?  But, when it comes down to sharpening the pencil, finding a blank page in a favourite notebook and actually getting down to making the list, it’s a whole different beast.

The process matters.  Like praying, it’s the actual words of the prayer, the getting down on your knees, the willingness to give up the time and do the work, instead of just thinking about it and thinking that makes it so.  Like the Steve Jobs quote – ‘the disease of thinking that having a great idea is really 90 percent of the work’.

So that works, and it’s been good.  Ten things I’m grateful for, every morning, varying from day to day but often the same things showing up – my partner, my parents, Theresa May getting a kicking in the election, the usual things.  It’s always ten items, for simplicity, and because an arbitrary number makes you really think – stretching for gratitude when the list is difficult to finish, making hard choices when there are too many candidates for too few spots.

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Then I move on to the second list, and another ten items.  The second list is my ‘hello universe’ list.  Signs, signals, little tips and winks and nudges from the universe to put me on another path or confirm the way I’m heading, or just to say ‘hi there, hi.  you’re not alone’.  I don’t generally get ten signs or synchronicities a day, and repetition from day to day is fine.  But almost always, I have something new to add to the list – like, I turn on the radio and there’s a discussion going on about something I’m thinking about right that second.  Or someone’s name comes up in every book I open, every song I hear.

Then there’s the third list, which is the daily To-Do list.  This is self-explanatory, and probably very little different from anyone’s to-do list.  Paperwork, shopping, phone-calls to make, nothing unusual.  The fourth list is Work, and is a more narrowly-defined to-do list with purely professional/work/money based items to be ticked off.

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The fifth list is maybe the most important.  It’s the ‘The Ones I Love’ list, and what could be more important than that?  Listing off ten people you love – changing little from day to day, maybe the slightest variations according to the vicissitudes of life and relationships – is guaranteed to open the heart, lighten the spirits, make the world a more beautiful place.

I find it so, anyhow.  It makes every day a good day. 

Every morning, the ritual, then.  Except that yesterday morning, my brain was on the fritz, glitching away with senior moments.  The first four lists I dashed off fine, pleased with my spiritual and practical processes and progress.  Then when it came to the Love List, I had a dyslexic moment.  Instead of ‘love’, you see, I wrote ‘evol’.

The Evol List – I was writing – apparently – the Evol List.  It sounds a little sinister, doesn’t it?  Packed full of supervillainy and miscreants, you’d think.  Who needs a list of evol-doers in their life?

I went to strike it out, to correct it.  And then I hesitated, and I thought.  Well, if you believe in signs and synchronicities – and I do – don’t these things happen for a reason?  At minimum, maybe my brain was talking to me.  Unconscious to superego, are you reading me, superego?

Evol.  Hmm.  Take a look at it.  It’s not exactly love in reverse.  It’s more of a mish-mash, the ingredients of love taken and misused by a terrible cook.  What would an Evol List consist of?

I didn’t think about it too much, then.  There were ten spots on the list, and I filled them up, quick, not too much pondering.  With names, with people in and out of my life.  Some of them were names of people who often appear on my Love List, too.  Maybe people I have very imperfect relationships with, but who still merit the word love in my mind, in my heart.

Some of them weren’t.

And I took the list, when I’d written it, and thought about the names on it.  Sighed a bit, and got on with my day.

Who would go on your Evol list?  Who would go on your Love List?  Would any of the names be the same, on both?

 

Image – holytimeland on Flickr, public domain.

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Image – Jack Ambler on Flickr, public domain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Man only likes to count his troubles, but he does not count his joys.”—Fyodor Dostoyevsky Before entering the hospital room of a tuberculosis patient, visitors are required to cover their entire bodies. They even don surgical gloves and face masks. None of us balk at this seemingly overcautious behavior. We don’t want to catch tuberculosis. […]

via “We are all quantum special effects animators.”–Robert Scheinfeld — Pam Grout

Yup.

vocab props to Pavlina

As I’ve mentioned, I’ve been watching Steve Pavlina’s 30 Days of Video series, which is still ongoing.  Not all in order, and I’m not caught up yet.  But this one thing I caught the other day – one of this series of vids in which he uses the word ‘bailiwick’.

Bailiwick!

As in:- bailiwick ˈbeɪlɪwɪk/

(noun):  bailiwick; (plural noun): bailiwicks

1. one’s sphere of operations or area of interest.

“after the war, the Middle East remained his bailiwick”

2.  (Law) the district or jurisdiction of a bailie or bailiff.

“the warden had the right to arrest all poachers found within his bailiwick”

Yeah, bailiwick!  (Okay, I had to look it up on Google.  I’ve heard the word without knowing what it meant, but I’ve never repeat never heard anyone use it in casual conversation before.  Nor on a Youtube vid, for that matter.)

Profound vocab props to the Pav!  Bailiwick, I’m going to have to find a way to lever the word into conversation sometime soon!

 

meditative epiphanies

I had an insight while meditating.  (Better get used to it, if you’re reading regularly).  First, a Bible passage sprang into my mind.

The steps of a righteous person are ordered by the Lord. Psalms 37:23

And then this thought.

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Image by Beryl_snw on Flickr, public domain.

If your steps are ordered – guided, approved, meaningful – then doesn’t it make sense to take a lot of them?  Instead of just praying vehemently and waiting for your desired things to fall into your lap, to go out into the world and do your part, as part of the universe, in making it so?  A lot of ordered, guided steps!

Very like Steve Pavlina’s posts on massive action, and the comments of those wiser than I on adherents of the Law of Attraction who think it sufficient to achieve the ‘correct vibration’, without going out and doing, going after what they want.  Like the universe is going to dump a Porsche and their soulmate in their laps, right there at home.  Vibration is movement, people, by definition!  Vibration is action!  It’s taking steps!  (Divinely ordered ones, of course.)

The Universe is in motion, and you are part of the Universe.  If you want it to bring you what you desire, you’d better remember that you form part of the machinery that can actually do that.  Little cog, get moving!